aspirations (a poem)

oftentimes…i find my best self in the reticenceexpecting to hear my heartbeat,something happens.i find the rhythm ofmy own cognition andi stop being so apprehensiveof where those thoughts go.i learn what keeps me busyand my thoughts affiant.i exist in a world that demandsthat i am incompletein some elementary levelif i am not regularly encompassedby community and if i everallow myself to be alone,i might start to accept the lie.i like being alone,but i’m not ever lonely.but if i let go of all my apprehensionsfor an ecstatic life and simply breathe,i think i’ll find, that being by myselfisn’t shocking or dismal at allthere is aghast in the reticenceand there is still aspiration…

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